And their right name is the Pleiades." "That _gudlo_--that story," replied the gipsy, "is like the one of the Seven Whistlers, which you know is in the Scriptures." "What!" "At least they told me so; that the Seven Whistlers are seven spirits of ladies who fly by night, high in the air, like birds.

And it says in the Bible that once on a time one got lost, and never came back again, and now the six whistles to find her.

But people calls 'em the Seven Whistlers--though there are only six--exactly the same as in your story of the stars." "It's queer," resumed my Gipsy, after a pause, "how they always tells these here stories by Sevens.

Were you ever on Salisbury Plain ?" "No!" "There are great stones there--_bori bars_--and many a night I've slept there in the moonlight, in the open air, when I was a boy, and listened to my father tellin' me about the Baker.

For there's seven great stories, and they say that hundreds of years ago a baker used to come with loaves of bread, and waste it all a tryin' to make seven loaves remain at the same place, one on each stone.